Pet StoriesWhen one of my cats was younger and a lot fatter, he came bowling in from the garden with an almighty crash. Looking slightly stunned, he'd arrived into the kitchen having ripped the cat flap from the door and was still wearing it as a cat-tutu. Did I mention he was quite fat?
In honour of Jake, a well loved cat, who died on Wednesday, tell us your pet stories and cheer us up.
(
chthonic, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
« Go Back
its not wrong to cry, mulleredlittle pet-shaped mates become part of the family - human psyche issue really - and they tug the heartstrings like they were one of your own.
I cried like a beyatch when my first cat died. I was 27, and every day on the drive home it got me - same spot everytime.
All pets of the past, sorely missed.
(
bazza van der trance , ooh baby baby, baby baby. Get up on this., Mon 11 Jun 2007, 16:07,
Reply)
« Go Back